Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1887-05-25
Gen. Jackson's Great Battle.

In the morning Of the preceding day
the famous battle Of the 9Th was fought
or the plains Of Chalmette, four miles
below the city, says Charles Gayarre,
writing in Harpey's Magazine of Gen.
Jackson's battle at New Orleans. In
a Decline the distance must have been
very short between the field Of action
and the Bore plantation, six miles
above New Orleans by the windings of
the river, for the furious cannonading
and the discharges of musketry were
~prodigiously distinct. The ladies of
the family, pale with the natural
emotions of fear produced by the dan
gers of the situation, were grouped ON
the broad gallery in front Of the house.
No man was visible, for the only one
who had remained at home Con account
of his age) had, when the battle began,
assembled with slow but firm steps a
flight Of stairs which led to the top of
the portico. At every volley of artil-
lery or musketry I flung myself on the
floor, exclaiming: Ten Englishmen
killed.! Twenty E%nglishmen fiat on
the groundv and so on. / continued
rejoicing in the fancied destruction of
our invaders, Notwithstanding the re-
monstrances Of my poor mother, in
whose alarm I very little participated.
The battle had not yet ended when my
grandfather Bore came down from his
post of observation with the same
measured step and the same self-pos-
session with which he had assembled,
and said to his daughters, who anxious
" interrogated his looks: s.Dismiss
your fear.; the Americans are yicto-
rious." "
..But, father, how do you know it?'
inquired my mother.
'You forget, my dear child" re-
piled NJ. de Bore, with a calm smile,
s'that I have some military experience.
My practiced ear has not been deceived,
I am sure. The American guns have
silenced the English guns. The enemy
is defeated" .,-
These words had hardly been spoken
when, in the long avenue of pecan
trees that led to the river, there ap-
peared a troop of about a hundred men
rushing toward the house. <sThe En-
glish! Here come the Englishr' was
the simultaneous cry of the women.
NJ. de Bore stretched himself up to his
full height, shaded his eyes with his
hand, and, after having looked steadi-
ly at the advancing crowd, said, con-
temptuously: ''These men the En-
glish! Bah!"
They came rapidly to the piazza,
about six feet high, on which we stood,
and along which ran a wooden balus-
trade. NJ. de Bore did not understand
one word of the language spoken by
these unexpected visitors, whose ragga-
muffin appearance was no recommended
ton. But if they were bandits, it was
comfortable to see that they were I'M
armed.
"Who are they and what do they
want?' inquired NJ. de Bore, surveying
them evidently with no friendly eye.
He was informed by one of his family
that they were fugitives who reported
that the Americans had been COM
pletely routed, that they themselves
were a portion of the defeated, and
that they begged for food. The blood
ran to the cheeks of the old soldier,
his eyes flashed, and he shouted in
French to, the men: ssYou lie! The
Americans are victorious! You have
run away; You are towards. Never
shall it be said that I gave a hospitable
welcome to dastardly fugitives from
the battlefield. Hence, all of you, or
I will call my negroes to drive you
away" His words were not compre-
hended, but his indignant wrath was
visible and his pantomime was ex-
pressive. ......